Chapter 1870 - Summer Fun - 1

You didn't think you'd wake up to a sunny blue sky, big tits, and the beach. Sand clung to your back, warm and gritty, and the sound of waves crashing filled your ears.

Wait, big tits?

"Oh my, you sure are a heavy sleeper." Woah, talk about soft-spoken. Smiling down at you with an expression that was both kind and knowing was a woman only possible in dreams. From her long black hair to her kindness, it wasn't just from the fact that she was fictional, her very appearance was beyond anything you had seen.

Her crimson bikini clung to her voluptuous form, her breasts spilling slightly over. The sight alone was enough to send a jolt of arousal through you.

"Hi…"

What the hell were you supposed to say to this big titty chick? You weren't sitting on her lap, you were lying down, elbows propping you up, and having to choose to leer at her tits or her face. Tough choice.

This was Retsu Unohana, Captain of Squad Four in Soul Society.

This was the first Kenpachi. This was a woman capable of killing you. Looking at her tits might be—ahh, too late. You were looking.

She noticed too. Her smile didn't fade. The opposite, she moved a little, lifted your head, and put you on her lap.

Looking up, all you saw was a dark red ribbon hanging and huge, beige breasts.

"You look… tense." Her head was impossible to see because of her melons. You gulped anyway. You could imagine her smile with that honey-sweet voice. Though her charming smile was not in view, her hand was. She hovered over your abdomen, fingers brushing the waistband of your swim trunks. "Let me help you relax."

To protest or to process, your brain could not do either. 'What is happening,' you thought as her fingers slipped beneath the elastic of your trunks. Warm, delicate fingers closed around your cock. A sharp gasp escaping your lips as she pulled it free. The heat of the sun paled in comparison to the warmth of her touch.

"Ah, quite healthy I see."

Were you average? Were you tiny? Were you packing a schlong that was closer to ten inches? You suspected it didn't matter which; Unohana would have said the same thing. She would have done the same thing too.

The lovely first Kenpachi started jerking you off.

Her technique was divine. Her fingers moved with an expertise that bordered on the supernatural, her grip firm yet tender.

"W-what—!?"

You grimaced. Your cock rose to its full size, ashamed ever so slightly until her strokes returned. Like a Captain, they were precise and unrelenting. Like a healer, they were kind and embracing.

Slick, slick, slick, the sound of her hand moving over your shaft filled your ears. Her thumb swiped over the tip, collecting the beads of pre-cum that had already begun to form before smearing it back down your length.

"I see your balls are in working order. That's good. Young men shouldn't have to be so heavy," Unohana remarked. In her tone was the classic amusement of a healer or doctor. It was hot. Her other hand came down to cup your balls, massaging them gently while jerking you off.

Your hips bucked instinctively, seeking more of her touch, but then she stopped. Unohana giggled. "I assume this means you like it?"

"Y-yeah…"

Unohana giggled again. God, you wished you could see her face. For once, you cursed having a huge pair of tits above you. She proceeded to jerk you off with a steadier pace.

"I don't want you to come too fast. Think of this as stamina training, hm?"

"Y-yeah."

'W-whatever you say, ma'am.'

It didn't take long for the pressure to build, your balls tightening with each stroke. There was this kindness about her, like no matter when you came, it was okay.

Cum, her handjob was whispering to your cock. Release all your worries, her massage to your balls urged.

You listened. How could you not?

"Ah, this is good. Cum for me," Captain Unohana urged, her tone still gentle but now tinged with a hint of command. And just like that, you couldn't hold back any longer. With a choked moan, you came hard, thick ropes of cum spurting onto her chest.

Splurt splurt splurt—! It was a damn impressive load. The wind seemed to aid you in wanting to splatter on her breasts. You were on her lap, receiving a lovely handjob, and it was like the world wanted to bless you further. The world wanted you to mark Unohana as yours.

Unohana didn't flinch. She didn't yelp or look surprised. She leaned back and smiled down at you. Finally, you saw her kind and patient expression. She tilted your cock forward so the rest of your load would land on the sand. You closed your eyes when you were done.

'T-that was one hell of a handjob.' You honestly wanted to thank her but you felt surprisingly drained.

She watched you shudder through the aftershocks. She smiled. "There we go," Unohana murmured, her voice almost motherly as she used her free hand to smear your cum across her breasts, coating them in a glistening layer.

But…was this the end?

'No way.'

The thought of ending it here alone was blasphemous. The first Kenpachi gave you a handjob. That was an honour she did not give out to anyone.

As if ignoring the intensity of your release, your cock remained hard, throbbing in her hand. Unohana's smile widened, her eyes glinting with something more than kindness now. "Still so much energy," she noted, taking on a sultry edge. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Would you like me to ride you?"

The question was rhetorical. Without waiting for an answer, she gently put your head on the sand and moved. Her boobs wobbled as she straddled your hips. Her bikini bottom was already pushed to the side, revealing her slick folds.

You were really doing this—and you didn't hesitate. That damn smile…

"I have been looking forward to this," she said while hiding just how much badly she wanted your cock.

The sound of her sinking down onto your cock was obscene, her tight cunt enveloping you completely as she took you inside her.

"Mmmmppph~!" A bigger, greedier smile broke across her face. You almost sensed a tinge of insanity; of something that she had been hiding in herself. You suspected it was the lust of the first Kenpachi, the warrior, the woman who mastered over a thousand arts of the blade.

She heaved, she looked down, she smiled. Unohana was back to normal.

Her pussy was damn tight though! As much as you wanted to fuck her, you got the feeling that she might crush you if you made the wrong move. So you waited.

She started slow, her hands resting on your chest for balance. The sound of her riding you, the view of her tits wobbling, it was hypnotic. From her little smile to her bouncing breasts still glistening with cum.

"So good." Oh? Was that a tremble you detected? She picked up the pace. Her nails dug into your chest lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to make you gasp. Her hips rolled against yours, grinding down on you.

And then it happened—her first orgasm hit her like a wave. Big breasts popped forward and out of her red top. You saw her nipples for the first time, large and perky. Her back arched, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as she came undone around you. Her thighs clamped down on your hips.

You decided to move. You sat up straight and the two snakes that were your hands grabbed her breasts. Your fingers enjoyed the pillowy mounds and groped them endlessly.

You made eye contact with Unohana when you could feel her pussy tighten and a need to move. You moved first. You thrust first.

Something changed when you attempted to fuck her on your teams. Her kind demeanor shifted, replaced by something darker, more primal. Her smile turned into a grin, wide and almost insane, and she pushed you down.

"H-huh—?"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

It came out of nowhere. But no, you knew. You knew this was the spark from before, a spark that you lit up by daring to fuck her. She began to move faster, harder, slamming down on you with reckless abandon.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

The force of her movements echoed through the air, sand flying around you. Unohana was a woman possessed. Unohana was at thicc woman whose ass cheeks clapped loudly and whose count sealed your cock to stop you from fighting back.

"Yes! Yes! This is it! This is it! This is what I have been searching for! A real cock!" Her red top hung from her bouncing breasts loosely. Her smile grew. She didn't care about how she looked or seemed. "This cock! Fuck me! Do it! Do it! Fuck me!"

Her hands gripped your shoulders now, her nails biting into your skin. "Yes, yes, yessss! I'm cumming! I'm actually orgasming from a man! From a cock! From a worthy COCK!"

W-what was this!? This next orgasm was different and tightened up even more! You couldn't act. You just couldn't!

This…this was the power of the First Kenpachi. This was the Death Sword. This was the art of a thousand styles and a thousand years. She fucked you with wild abandon that was in fact controlled and full of instinct. This was a thousand years in the making and you were the one to take the full brunt of it.

Of Unohana's lust, of her aggression, of her desire for cock.

"You're the only one who can satisfy me! Only your cock can make me cum!"

Only you.

Only you.

So what if she could kill you? If you couldn't grab those cheeks or suck those tits, then what was the point? Your hands grabbed her ass cheeks and wham! You managed to sneak a thrust that shocked Unohana to her core. Her feet momentarily and your butt momentarily left the sand. It was a moment she would never forget.

She climaxed. She tightened up.

And you didn't let up. You fucked her.

"C-cumming—!"

Unohana came again, her whole body tensing as she cried out in ecstasy. Her climax soaked your thighs, but it didn't matter. You didn't give her a chance to recover or to fuck you on her terms.

This was on your terms now.

"H-harder! Harder!" Unohana demanded, her voice cracking with desperation. Your hips pistoned into her with a ferocity that left you both gasping for air. The lewd claps of your fucking was almost deafening now, sand flying around you.

"T-this cock, this cocckkkk! THIS COCCCKKK~!"

A worthy cock. A cock to make her orgasm not once, not twice, not three times, but several. She couldn't believe it. The Kenpachi was being dominated.

"Yessss! I don't want to understand! I just want to cummm! I want to cummm~!"

Fortunately or unfortunately, it wasn't like she was getting any less tight. You couldn't hold back any longer and you came inside her, splurt splurt splurt, filling her completely as she moaned in satisfaction. You didn't stop fucking or thrusting. You grunted and said, "Here then!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Ass cheeks rippled. This thicc lady was going to get fucked and nutted in, any less made you unworthy. She gasped. She tried to praise you or to speak dramatically but—

She fell. The First Kenpachi fell on top of you, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Your balls empty, you massaged her booty cheeks. Huge tits and a huge ass, that was Unohana's body type. It was like a slutty MILF in a hentai, except she wasn't actually a MILF and older than any grandma in history.

She was a thousand years old and you clapped her cheeks the way she had always wanted.

"Haah…"

But Unohana wasn't done. She lifted herself slightly, grinding against you as if trying to milk every last drop from you. Wet and lewd, her insides still clenched around you with the slosh of your creamy baby batter.

"More," Unohana whispered. "Give me more."

It wasn't like you softened either. Her lips crashed onto yours before you could even catch your breath, her tongue sliding into your mouth with a hunger that left you dizzy. Her kissing you was wet, desperate, and unmistakably carnal. Her hands gripped your face, pulling you deeper into her as if she couldn't get enough. When she finally broke away, her chest heaved, and her crimson bikini hung from her sweat-cum-slicked breasts.

"S-so what's next?" You asked. Smiling, she reached back and slowly extracted your cock from her creampied pussy. You immediately felt the rush of cum pour out. Unohana shuddered.

"In all my years…" Her eyes rolled back, the stir of cum deep in her womb draining down to the rest of her pussy. "I've never been fucked like this before. Y-you have a mighty cock, don't you?"

She looked down. Her lips were trembling. She had that sultry, challenging look. She wanted more, but what? Another creampie? You slapped her ass. Unohana exhaled sharply.

"My, my. You really are…" Her fingers trailed down your chest, stopping just above your still-hard cock, which was slick with her juices. "Fuck my ass. Fuck the First Kenpachi's ass. That is my request."

You didn't even need to think about it. "Yes."

Unohana's smile widened, almost predatory, and she turned, her ass near your wet cock. Her hands gripped your shaft, slapping it against her creampied pussy as if to remind you what you did. She was a truly beautiful woman with her long, braided black hair that touched the sands and that scar running down her neck. Your eyes took in her luscious thighs and ass, and the way she looked at you—her eyes dark and needy—drove you wild. After some teasing and playing, her thick, round ass hovered above your cock.

"Apologies," she said, "I usually like to play, regardless of the challenge."

With a giggle, she guided your cock to her tight, untouched hole. The first press of your tip against her back door made her giggle in a warrior-like thrill.

Her breathing steadied as she pushed it deeper in, taking you in inch by agonizing inch. Every inch led to an obscene sound and the heat of her anus was almost overwhelming.

When she finally sat fully on your cock, her back arched, and a long, shuddering moan escaped her lips. "Ahhhhh…! This…this is what I've been waiting for. To be a slut for a real cock."

A real cock. You possessed a real cock, no one else. No other man. She adjusted to the sensation and slammed her ass down. This time, with her hands bracing your thighs, you sensed it was easier. You sensed she was going to slam down harder and faster—and she did.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

A fat ass. That was all it was, a really fat fucking ass. Both cheeks were round and they rippled when they made contact with your pelvis. It was amazing. It was everything you ever wanted from this hot, alluring serial killer.

"T-the worst criminal in Soul Society," you remarked, "letting me fuck her in the ass!"

"I-is there anything to be surprised over?" Unohana tried to seem overly confident and mysterious but failed with that stammer. "I, hngggh..!" She was really losing it, her eyes rolling back slightly. "I-I think I'm in love with your cock!"

Her ass clenched around you in rhythmic pulses that made your toes curl. Unohana was the same, struggling to breathe evenly. But this was a battle and she intended to win.

"Nngh~! Mmmpph!" She smirked. "Will you not fuck me back? Hm?" CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! "Your cock is worthy! Do not hold back!"

You couldn't hold back any longer. Your hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her up slightly before slamming her back down onto you. CLAP—! There it was, her ass colliding with your thighs and pelvis echoing loudly in the empty, followed by a sharp cry of pleasure from Unohana.

"Yes! Yes! That's it—CUMMIIING~!""

Her ass bounced down against you, the lewd sound of your fucking mixing with her moans and the crash of the waves nearby. Her hands moved to cup those bootycheeks, squeezing them. Since you didn't have as firm of a grip, it was up to Unohana to ride you. You didn't mind.

Unohana was going crazy. Her head fell back, her braid coming undone as she moaned incoherently. "You animal! Your cock is godlike! I can't stop orgasming! I stop shaking! This cock is the worthiest! The best! I can't! I CAN'T! I CAN'T STOP CUMMMIIING~!" Her body shook as the pleasure built, her walls clamping down on you like a vice. You could feel her getting really about to lose it, her movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated as she neared the edge.

She hailed. Her voice cracked. And soon, her entire body convulsed from a wordless orgasm, her ass tightening around you so hard it almost hurt.

But you weren't done. As soon as her climax subsided, you stood up and pulled her up wit her. It was a sloppy, messy doggy-style. Her head hung low and she couldn't stand up on her own two feet.

She needed you. You who were fucking her in this position. You who were dominating.

Frankly though? She didn't want to stand on her own.

"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"YESSS~! FUCK ME LIKE THIS! FUCK ME LIKE THIIIIS~!" Head hanging low, eyes widened from every thrust and grinning all throughout it, the rhythm of your fucking was almost primal now. Unohana was gasping for air. She was struggling to keep up. "SSHHH WANT I WANT! WHAT I WANTED! I WANT TO LOSEEE!"

Her pussy was dripping onto the sand below, her juices mixing with the grains as you ravaged her ass. Your union was obscene, but neither of you cared. Unohana's back arched as another orgasm tore through her, this one even more intense than the last.

The same happened to you. When she orgasmed, when she shrieked and reached back to grab your butt, you buried yourself as deep as you could go, releasing inside her with a force that left you trembling. Your cum filled her ass completely, the warm liquid spilling out around your cock and her pussylips. Unohana's knees buckled and she fell forward. You went down with her, your body hunched on top of her.

Unohana looked back at you with half-lidded eyes. "T-that was…the first time I ever…"

But even as she spoke, you could feel yourself growing hard again inside her. Her eyes widened slightly before a wicked smile spread across her lips.

"You really are something." She was trembling. She was nearing the limits of her stamina. "Do not underestimate the first Kenpachi, young man."

***

The First Kenpachi. The Deadliest Criminal in all of Soul Society. The very tongue that once uttered death was now busy licking and worshipping your nutsack. A thousand years ago, the scene of your sitting on top of her, nutsack on her lips and cock laid across her forehead would have led to you being promoted to the First Squad.

Casually, you asked, "Is that all?"

"W-what sheer bliss to worship this cock…." Unohana was done. Anyone could tell as much with her voice. "Hnnnggg…n-next time…I will soar to, hnng, greater heights."

Mwah! One last kiss to your balls. A wet, sloppy string of saliva connected her lips and your sack as you rose to your full height.

Unohana was well and truly spent. Her body lay sprawled on the sand, glistening with sweat under the golden sun. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her full breasts still heaving from the intensity of everything. Her thighs were slick, a mixture of her own arousal and your cum leaking out onto the sand. Her lips moved faintly, muttering deliriously about your cock, her toes twitching and her body still quivering with the echoes of pleasure. She was utterly conquered.

You stood up, your body still humming with energy despite the hours of relentless fucking. You glanced around for your swim trunks but found no trace of them. Shrugging, you decided to take a walk along the shore. The warm sand shifted between your toes as you strolled leisurely, the cool breeze brushing against your bare skin. It was a bit awkward, walking nude, but something about the freedom felt liberating.

You decided to approach the waters. You had no idea where you were and the ocean was the instinctive place to go.

She emerged from the water like a myth—except this myth had long, wet orange hair slicked back, a confident smirk, and a rainbow bikini that should've been illegal in at least five countries. Droplets glistened on her skin. Her toned stomach flexed as she walked. Her legs seemed to go on forever. And the way the top barely contained her boobs? That alone was enough to short-circuit your brain.

This was the same Nami you saw in the anime, sure. But animated pixels didn't do this justice. No freeze-frame or fan edit could prepare you for the real thing. She was beautiful in a way that didn't feel real—like someone drew her with a cheat code for hotness.

The thief locked eyes with you as she walked out of the surf. Your mouth went dry.

You forgot your name. You forgot what year it was. You forgot you were completely naked from the waist down.

"Ha. I thought the big titty shinigami had it handled. Guess not," Nami remarked. Each step she took made her hips sway enticingly.

She stopped a few feet away from you, her eyes trailing down your body with a predatory gleam. "Your family jewels are priceless. A thief's favorite~!" she purred, her smirk widening as she reached out and snatched your balls tight.

Your breath hitched. "N-Nami…" Despite the hours of sex with Unohana, your cock sprang back to life instantly, standing tall and proud.

Nami's eyes lit up with delight. "Looks like you're ready for round… whatever." She giggled and her hands wrapped around your shaft. She pressed her boobs against your chest, giggling and pressing her forehead against yours. She tempted a kiss, only to fling herself back and down to her knees.

Nami was a tease—and the kind of tease that was unpredictable. She went from stopping a kiss to taking the tip of your cock into her mouth.

"Mmmnpfh…" Her lips sealed around you, creating a warm, wet suction that made your knees buckle. Her tongue swirled around the head, flicking and teasing in ways that made you want to take a step back. You couldn't, however, not when Nami slipped back to the tip and gave a cute kiss.

She wanted you to relax—

"Nnggh!"

Or not.

She did the pull back, only to engulf your whole cock. "Glrk… slurp… slurp…" Then she went back to the tip, her hand joining in and stroking what her mouth didn't. Her lips were now fully focusing on sucking you off.

It didn't take long for you to feel the pressure building again. "N-Nami, I'm gonna—!" you warned, but she didn't stop. If anything, she increased her pace, her tongue slipping and rushing at your cockhead faster. Her hands jerked you off too.

You could tell she was proud too. She wasn't making eye contact or anything; she was simply taking pride in her task. Spurt, spurt, spuuurt! Holy fuck, you came hard, your release surging into her suckling mouth. Nami swallowed every drop without hesitation, her throat working to take it all in. Three cumshots went down her throat and she took it down like a real thief.

No issues. Completed through hard work. She pulled back with a satisfied sigh, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she licked her lips.

"Mm, delicious," she purred, her fingers toying with your softening cock. "You've got quite the treasure here. I bet I can find some more coins if I try a new lockpick technique."

Nami stood up and turned around, bending over provocatively. Unohana was super thicc whereas Nami had this slender, big-titty appearance about her. She had some of the biggest tits but certainly not the biggest ass. Heart-shaped as a consequence of her super narrow waist, she glanced over her shoulder and tempted you with her pussy.

"Now fuck me," Nami demanded. "Don't hold back."

She slapped her left cheek and smirked.

"Unless you're too scared~?"

You obeyed without hesitation. Grabbing her hips, you lined your cock up with her entrance and thrust in with a single, powerful motion. Schlick! Her tight walls gripped you like a vice, welcoming you with a warmth that made your head spin.

Nami let out a moan. At first, you took it slow, savoring the way her pussy clenched around you with each thrust. But Nami wasn't patient. "Faster," Nami demanded. "Faster! I want you to fuck me until you make me forget I'm a thief!"

This slut carried a different kind of arrogance. Like she thought she could take it.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Yes! Fuck me harder!" she cried out, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her. Her pussy contracted around you, milking your cock in the most delicious way possible. "Y-yes! Go deep in my womb! Claim me! Fuck me! Ngghhh, fuck me! I want to feel happiness, so fuck me with your COCK~!!!!"

Nami loved money. She loved maps.

But more than that, she loved her happiness.

Make her happy. Make her smile.

Gripping her hips tighter, you gave in to your own primal urges, pounding into her with everything you had. Nami's screams grew louder. Her grin widened. She loved this. "This is what I want! Treat me like a slut! Fuck my cunt! That's right, fuck it nice and hard—!"

Her toes were barely touching the sand anymore. You were fucking her as fast as you could. 'She wanted it! So she's getting it!' Faster, faster, faster!

"You're amazing!" she gasped between moans. "Don't stop! Make me cum one more time!"

Her words spurred you on, your thrusts becoming even more aggressive. But alas, you could feel yourself nearing the edge once more. "D-do you want inside!?"

"Obviously! Inside! Do it! Lay your claim!"

Only when you grabbed her length of orange hair and pulled on it to see your face did you understand. Like Unohana, Nami had been hypnotized by your cock a long, long time ago. You didn't understand this beach or this world. All you understood was that you needed to fuck. That you needed to give into your desires.

You saw the hearts in her eyes and that drooling smile and went balls-deep, consequences be damned.

"Here it is then!"

Your cum flooded her pussy in thick, hot waves, filling her completely. On Nami's end, it was heaven. Her world went white and she nearly fell down.

You stayed inside her for a moment longer than necessary, letting your cock throb and your cum ooze inside her. Both of you were catching your breath as the waves lapped at the shore nearby. Finally, you pulled out slowly, a trail of cum oozing from her well-used hole.

Nami laughed. She put her hands on her hips and struggled to stand up straight. "S-sheesh. I used to think only money and tangerines matter. Guess I have to add dick too. And sperm. And, well…" She giggled and looped her arm around yours like you were already her boyfriend. "You. All of you."

Having Nami's breasts press your arm was a delight. A confusing delight but a delight nonetheless, especially with your spunk falling in large drops between her legs. "So, uh…what is this?"

She cocked her head all cute. "What is what?"

"You know, this. Me. You. We haven't met."

"I know, I know, I'm just kidding." Nami tapped on the nose. "You're not dreaming and you're not being pranked or trapped in some virtual reality nonsense. Welcome to Summerworld."

You blinked again. "That sounds…corny."

"Oh, it totally is," Nami said brightly. "But also completely real. This place? It's built just for you. Every inch of it. A vacation dimension where you are the only permanent guest."

You stared at her. "So this is some kind of wish-fulfillment beach resort?"

"Exactly!" Nami chirped, then pointing an arm across the sands like a sultry cruise director. "And there's no catch. You're not selling your soul. You're not stuck here forever. You're just... on break. A very, very fun one."

She pointed to the right, where the shoreline curved around into a rocky outcrop. "That way? That's the Adventure Cove. Waterfalls, cliff diving, hidden grottoes. You might find women bathing there who just happen to have forgotten their tops. Weird how that keeps happening."

You followed her gesture, and sure enough, you saw a glimmering pool nestled in rocks.

Then she spun left and gestured behind the main beach. "Up there's the Resort Strip. Fancy hotel rooms, open bars, spas, private bungalows. You want champagne in a hot tub with, like, three MILFs in tiny robes? Done. You want a massage from a ninja? That's also an option."

Next, she pointed inland. "Main Street has shops, restaurants, arcades, a movie theater that plays nothing but fan-service-heavy romcoms with all the female leads available afterward for 'private discussions.' There's even a karaoke bar. Hehe, it'll be fun."

"Right…"

"And over there," Nami said, spinning you with her and pointing toward a shimmering dockside with glowing lanterns and moored boats, "is the Evening Pier. Sunset cruises, candlelit dinners, dance floors that turn into... well, other things after midnight. Trust me, you'll want to pace yourself."

You noticed a group of familiar figures laughing by the pier—was that Bulma in a red dress, clinking glasses with Midnight from My Hero Academia?

Nami turned back to you, grinning and letting her boobs bless you. "Bottom line? This world is your sandbox. Your story. And everyone here? Willingly along for the ride. They like you. They want you."

"So I can do anything?" you asked, just to be sure.

Nami winked. "Anything. And anyone. You're the summer king, babe. Now all you have to do... is decide what you want next."

You stared at the glittering paradise stretching in every direction. It felt insane. It felt too good to be true.

"Come on," Nami judged, "wanna fuck again? I promise to drain your balls with my tits~"

***

"Hnngh! Take it! Here it is!"

A big titty woman lying on the beach while a man humped her tits and came on her face. It was humiliating and demeaning yet Nami took it like a slutty champ. Her face had light-up smile as your cum oozed across her face. You had drained your balls four more times, twice on her tits and twice in her pussy. This final load was all you had left—and all Nami had left in her too.

"Phew. Thanks, Nami. I'll, uh, I think I'll go."

This was a world with Bulma and Unohana and Nami. What else was there to do? Your greed and libido were taking over and you walked away after you were done with the busty pirate, cum flinging from your semi-flaccid dick. Nami continued to lay there, eyes cloud and mouth open and glazed with a delicious amount of your cream.

Nami wasn't going to stand up anytime soon.

"You sure made a commotion."

Your cock would, however, when you found yourself face to face with a big titty blonde Hokage relaxing on a chair.

"Tsunade…!"

Seeing her, you swore you saw sparkles. You swore everything in this world felt right. First Nami, now Tsunade—two big-titty legends.

"I'm a doctor, I see cocks on a regular. Don't think you can impress me." A pause and a smile. "Heh, but I suppose I should give credit where credit is due."

The bikini suited her. It wasn't too slutty and seemed stylish and keen on emphasizing her best features. Her neck, her collar bone, and the top of her cleavage had the criss-cross design, giving more shape to her 106cm bust. It was a purple-ish colour and made further sexy by the shades on her head.

Your throbbing boner was pointed right at her. Tsunade was very much tempted, putting her shades next to her coconut drink. "Heh, I suppose I can show you why they call me the Legendary Sucker—"

"Apologies, but may I borrow him?"

A new voice. A new woman. You and your throbbing python turned to your new target.

Long black hair reaching down to her knees, red eyes a white bikini, and a rocking hot bod. This was Akame from Akame ga Kill and she looked…stoic. It was hard to gather her intentions unlike the previous ladies.

Tsunade's eyebrows lifted slightly, but she didn't protest. "Sure," she said with a shrug, taking another sip. "Just make sure I can still suck a load out of him."

As much as you wanted to plow Tsunade right then and there, Akame had already made her turn and in motion. Your curiosity won over and you followed Akame as she submerged into the water. Her jet-black hair swayed with each step and her white bikini clung to her toned frame like it was made just for her.

She had a nice ass. Tight and firm, a perfect heart-shaped booty. the kind of shape earned through relentless training and missions that required speed, strength, and agility. It wasn't just eye-catching; it was mesmerizing, the perfect blend of toned muscle and natural curve.

She didn't pose. She didn't try. But Akame didn't have to.

She was lethal, beautiful, and effortless — even her ass looked ready for battle.

The water was cool against your skin as you waded in after her. Akame swam effortlessly, cutting through the waves with long strokes. You struggled to keep up, but she seemed to slow down just enough to let you catch her. You no longer had to swim, you could walk, although you were still submerged up to your torso.

You were encroaching on a large boulder that jutted out from the shoreline. Akame stopped. She turned to face you, her crimson eyes locking onto yours. Without a word, she closed the distance between you, her lips crashing against yours in a sudden, hungry kiss. Her hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer as her tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring with an intensity that left you breathless.

Before you could process what was happening, your back hit the boulder, the weight of her body pressing into yours. The cool water lapped at your hips as your cock rose to life, hard and eager. Your erection faded during the swim.

Akame didn't hesitate. She positioned herself over you, her wet bikini bottom sliding to the side as she guided you inside her. A soft, barely audible gasp escaped her lips as she sank down onto your length.

"Mmm…!" Akame quietly began to fuck in smooth, deliberate motions. The water splashed around you as she rode you. Her pace steadily increased.

"A-Akame—!"

Her expression remained stoic, but the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her true feelings. Her hands braced against your chest she quickened her rhythm. It was sudden. Going from zero to a hundred, from nothing to fucking.

You had what? One conversation with her? One conversation and a swim and suddenly she was on your dick.

Plop! Splash! The sounds of her movements echoed. You reached up to grip her hips, guiding her even as she possessed control.

"Mmm," Akame hummed softly, her voice low and barely audible over the sound of the waves. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment as she leaned back, giving you a perfect view of her perfect body. She didn't have huge tits or the biggest ass. Her red eyes and her natural beauty, those struck you.

You couldn't take it anymore. Your hands moved to her ass, gripping her cheeks firmly as you started to thrust up into her. Slap! Slosh! The sound of your bodies meeting grew louder, more urgent.

"Mmmph…!" Akame's stoic façade began to crack—her breath hitched, and her quiet gasps turned into soft moans. Her hands fisted in the sand-covered rock behind you for purchase as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Faster," Akame gasped out with barely restrained need.

You obeyed, driving into her with renewed vigor. Squish. Slap. Being inside her was different—her walls clenched around you like they were trying to pull you deeper, to claim every inch of you. Akame did not moan, she quietly whimpered and hid her reactions. She was stoic. She continued to be stoic.

"Come on," you urged. "Moan. Speak. Tell me how good it feels."

"I-it feels good," Akame admitted following a gasp. "R-really good."

"I know." Thrust, thrust. "Louder!"

"I-i-i-it's really good! Your cock! It's really, really good!"

Her head fell back, her black hair cascading down her back. "Ah… ah!" she cried out, her voice breaking. Oh, she was cumming. She stopped moving, her body quivering from the first time.

She tried to cover herself and wound up simply shoving her face into your shoulder. Her nostrils flared from loud breathing.

"S-s-sorry."

"Was that your first time…?"

Cumming? Fucking?

"Y-yes…"

The first. You took her first. Akame opened her eyes, her crimson gaze piercing as she looked down at you. She began to move again, this time faster and harder than before. Splash! Slap! The water around you churned with every thrust, the rhythm of your bodies becoming almost frantic.

"Yes," she breathed, her voice husky. "Don't stop."

You didn't. You couldn't. The way she felt around you was intoxicating—every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. Her pussy was hot and tight, gripping your cock like it never wanted to let go.

Akame's stoic demeanor was completely gone now. Her face was flushed, her lips parted as she panted with each thrust. Her hands laced around you and she seemingly let you take control. She let you grab her hips and just go wham. She stared into your eyes and moaned.

"See? You can be loud."

"Y-y-yes…!"

For a stoic woman like her, this was being lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure you were giving her.

And then it happened again—she came, hard and fast. Her body spasmed around you, her nails digging into your shoulders as she cried out. "Ah! Ah! C-cumming! I think I'm—" Her voice echoed off the boulder, loud and unrestrained. "Cumming!"

You felt yourself teetering on the edge as well. With one final thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her as you came. Splurt. Gush. Your release filled her, warmth spreading through both of you as the waves lapped at your bodies and what connected you.

While cumming, slowly, Akame leaned in and captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid against yours, the taste of salt and desire mixing together.

When she finally pulled away, there was a softness in her eyes that hadn't been there before. "That was…" she started, her voice trailing off as if she couldn't find the words.

"Amazing?" you finished for her, grinning.

Akame nodded slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

***

Akame was many things. Stoic and serious and with a childhood that could only be described as hellish. She was also socially awkward and untouched by male desires.

To put it another way, the great warrior was sensitive. You outfucked her in fifteen minutes.

You carried Akame's limp, exhausted body back to the beach, her head resting against your chest as her breathing slowly steadied. Her legs dangled over your arm, her white bikini clinging to her damp skin. Gently, you laid her down on the sand, her crimson eyes fluttering shut as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, but it was soon interrupted by two familiar voices.

More characters from Akame ga Kill.

Chelsea stood on the sand with one hand lightly tugging at her ruffled mini-skirt bikini bottom, her long, rose-red hair cascading down her back like silk. Her frilly light blue bikini top clung delicately to her chest, giving her a flirty look that matched her sly, calculating nature.

"I'm impressed you put down Akame," Chelsea remarked, putting a hand on her hip. Even as she stood casually, there was a hint of attitude in her posture — that mix of mock innocence and quiet confidence that made her unpredictable and oddly captivating.

Leone, on the other hand, was pure presence. She leaned forward slightly, grinning wide with a wild glint in her golden eyes. Her tiger-striped orange and yellow bikini hugged every inch of her bold, athletic frame — all curves and power. Her body was strong, built like a brawler but with all the sex appeal of a centerfold: toned arms, defined abs, and a chest that defied logic and physics. She radiated confidence — playful, predatory, and completely unbothered by stares. Leone looked like she owned the beach, and anyone on it.

"Don't tell me your willy has had enough after Akame?" Leone's sultry voice asked, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. She leaned forward, her curvaceous figure on full display as she sent you with a seductive smirk. Her short blonde hair swayed with the ocean breeze and her golden eyes locked onto yours with undeniable hunger.

Chelsea only smirked.

Your cock, still slick from your encounter with Akame, twitched at the sight of them. Leone didn't waste a second. The big-titty blonde pounced, pushing you down onto the soft sand. Her hands wrapped around your shaft and gave it a firm stroke.

"Mmm, well if you're hard, then you can fuck," Leone murmured, her voice a low hum of satisfaction. You mewled at the strokes. It was rougher and more aggressive. There was no mercy here.

Chelsea didn't miss a beat. With a giggle, she straddled your face, her pink bikini bottoms brushing against your lips. "Open wide." With your own two hands, you pulled at her bottoms your tongue darted out to taste her as she lowered herself onto your face. The moment your tongue met her folds, Chelsea let out a soft moan.

"Ohhh, that's it," Chelsea cooed. "That's ittt~!"

As for Leone, she was finished jerking you off. Not that she was interested in a handjob in the first place, it was only to check if you could keep yourself hard. She positioned herself above your cock, her golden eyes locking onto yours as she slowly lowered herself onto you. Her tight, wet warmth enveloping you as you ate Chelsea's pussy was strange. You were focusing on pleasing yet still being pleased in return.

You heard Leone gasp and exclaim, "Fuuuck, now this is a real cock! This is—nnnngggh! I'm glad I came here!" She heaved and then smirked. She did not move, she simply let her cunt do the work.

Then, she spread her legs, put a hand on your chest, and started whamming down on your cock. Up and down, up and down, up and down—schlap, schlap, schlap!

"Hehe, you like that!?" Leone taunted. "Well, here's more!"

Squatting and fucking, she watched you struggle to maintain control and grinned bigger. Her hands rested on your chest for balance as she picked up the pace, her pussy gripping you tightly with every thrust. The schlick of your cock plunging into her wetness, it was burned into your ears.

You didn't stop your tongue from moving. Indeed, Chelsea's breath hitched as your tongue worked magic between her thighs. "Mmmnnph, yes!" she moaned, her hips grinding harder against your face. Her fingers tightened against your head, pulling you closer as if she couldn't get enough of your tongue. The taste of her juices filled your mouth and you lapped at her eagerly, savoring every drop.

"G-good boy! Don't stop!" she cried, her voice trembling with pleasure as her legs began to shake. "Don't!"

Leone's squatting domination led to a tighter pussy, her hips slamming down onto you with increasing urgency. "God, you feel so good. Ngggh! I-I kinda underestimate you, h-huh?" She grinned, and then gasped, her voice breaking as pleasure overtook her. Her golden eyes fluttered shut, and Leone threw her head back.

"Fuuuck! Yes, yes, yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fucking YES! This is why I say you have to live your life to the fullest! For this! For this fucking COCCKKK~!"

A second orgasm was on the way.

For Chelsea, it was the first. "Ohhh, I'm close!" Her voice was high-pitched and almost pathetic. Her thighs clenched around your head and that was the instant when she climaxed. You continued to lap at her eagerly, drawing out her climax until she lifted herself off and sat on the sat, panting.

Leone wasn't far behind. With a guttural groan, she slammed down onto you one final time, her pussy clenching around your cock as she came hard. "T-this damn coocckk~!" She literally shuddered with pleasure until she couldn't take it. She fell over, her hands braced on your shoulders and her boobs to your chest.

"Fuuuck…!"

She couldn't handle it. This lioness of a woman just couldn't handle it. She panted and looked up at you with glassy eyes.

"S-sheesh…you really are something, huh?"

But neither woman was done with you yet. As they caught their breath, Leone slid off your cock, a trail of cum dripping down your shaft as she moved. Chelsea crawled over you, her pink hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and her pussy wet and eager. She grinned down at you. You thought she was going next.

It seemed they planned some of this—or maybe their fleeting glances were telepathic. Regardless, together, Leone and Chelsea positioned themselves between your legs, their eyes locked on your throbbing cock.

"Looks like he's still ready for more." Chelsea licked her lips.

Leone smirked and licked your nutsack first. "Let's clean him up," she purred.

After that, the duo's tongues started from the tip and went downward at opposite sides. Leone to the right, Chelsea to the left. They went all the way down until they were back at your nutsack, then up to the tip. You groaned loudly when they started doing those animatingly effective swirls. Your cumhole and your glans, their tongues assaulting both with love.

"Hehe, look at you, so sensitive~!" Chelsea remarked.

Leone let out a chortle. "I know right."

The lady with the bigger tits decided to end their teamwork and follow the traces of your cockveins. Chelsea focused on the sensitive head, her lips wrapping around you as she sucked gently. Gentle didn't seem to suit her. She was only doing this for you. To draw this out. To make this as pleasurable as possible.

The sound of their sucking and slurping filled the air, their movements synchronized as if they'd done this a hundred times before.

Pre-cum bubbled out. "Mmm, so tasty," Chelsea moaned around your cock, her pink eyes fluttering shut as she savored every drop.

Leone chuckled softly, her golden eyes meeting yours as she took your left nut into her mouth. "Addicted already?" she questioned, her voice muffled as she gave your precious nut a lashing of gentle tongue

"Fuck, I'm close."

Leone and Chelsea exchanged a knowing glance before doubling their efforts. Chelsea took your dick deeper while Leone alternated between your balls and suckling. Chelsea's efforts weren't bad but Leone…

God damn! She was sucking hard! She was making your balls feel like they were emptying! And emptying they did! You came hard, your cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot into Chelsea's waiting mouth.

She couldn't take everything, a couple ropes managing to fall from her lips, which Leone dutifully caught. It was teamwork at its peak.

When they finally pulled away, both women looked up at you with hearts in their eyes, their tongues lazily licking their lips. "Delicious," Chelsea whispered, her confidence replaced with a deep satisfaction.

Your cock swung left and right, mildly softened and wet. But was it done? Was this the end?

No way. You stood up.

You weren't in the mood for games anymore. You grabbed Leone by the wrist, pulling her up to her feet. Her big tits bounced as she gasped, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her bikini top. You yanked her bikini top off, her tits spilling free. You groped them roughly, your fingers pressing into her soft flesh.

"Mmm, where did this come from—!?" Leone asked with a moan and a grin, her head falling back as you pinched her nipples, rolling them between your fingers until she was squirming. "More," she asked, heaving and grinning. She was a lioness that needed to be tamed. "I need more."

Your other hand grabbed Chelsea by the hair, pulling her to your side. After that—

"On your knees."

You wanted to see what you could do. You wanted to see the kind of authority you yielded. Like a king to servants, they nodded, they dropped to their knees side by side, and they raised their asses for them. Their bikini bottoms were already soaked through and you ripped them off with a sharp tug. Leone's pussy glistened with arousal, while Chelsea's tight entrance pulsed with need. You didn't bother with foreplay, not after everything from before.

With one hand gripping Leone's hip and the other having two fingers at Chelsea's entrance, your plunged into Leone first. Squelch. The lioness let out a loud cry, her body jerking forward as you filled her completely. Her pussy clenched around you, hot and wet as you began thrusting hard and fast.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"S-sheesh! Y-y-you really—oh god! C-cumming!"

Chelsea snickered. "You're already orgasming—nngggh!" You shut her up with two fingers. The arrogant slut clamped her own mouth.

"Fuck me!" Leone screamed, grinning. "Please, fuck me harder! Give me what I want!"

You obliged, pounding into her until she was practically sobbing with pleasure. But you weren't done yet. Pulling out of Leone with a wet pop, you shifted to Chelsea in one fluid motion. Her gasp turned into a high-pitched squeal as you buried yourself inside her. She didn't expect it. To go from fingers to you—it was different. The smaller chick's tight walls stretched to accommodate you and she clawed at the sand beneath her, her back arching as you thrust deeply.

"Oh goddd! Oh fuuuck! W-w-what is this! This cock—I think I'm…!" She tried to stop it. She tried not to seem pathetic. "C-cummiiing!"

"T-the same thing you reprimanded me for…" Leone smirked. "Ha. Serves you riiiiigg—hht~!"

You weren't going to let Leone act too high and mighty here. You slapped Leone's booty once and then got to fucking again.

"Yes, yes, yes! DICK ME DOWN~!!! GIVE ME THAT COCK! GIVE IT TO MEEE~!"

"Please! Pleaseeee! I can't stop cummiiiing~! I can't! It's too good! Don't stop! Don't stop!!!"

"YOU'RE MAKING ME YOUR SLUTTTT! I CAN'T HELP! I JUST CAN'T HELP IT! YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEEEEEP~! I LOVE IT! ONLY THIS COCK! ONLY THIS COCCCKK CAN MAKE ME THIS WAAYYY~!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm addicted! I'm your slut! I love you! I love your cock! Just don't leave meee~!"

Leone and Chelsea, Leone and Chelsea.

You alternated between them, switching from Leone's dripping pussy to Chelsea's tight entrance without missing a beat. The wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out filled the air—schlp, squirt, slap—as both women writhed beneath you, their remarks and pleas growing more incoherent with every thrust.

Leone's big tits jiggled wildly as you pounded into her, her moans turning into screams of ecstasy. "I can't— I can't take it!" she wailed, her body convulsing as she came hard around your cock. Her juices gushed out around you, soaking your thighs as you continued to fuck her mercilessly. "I'M CUMMIIING~!! MY PUSSY JUST FUCKING CAN'T STOP CUMMIIING~!"

Chelsea wasn't faring any better. Her normally teasing demeanor had completely unraveled, replaced by pure desperation. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted. Her pussy clamped down on you like a vice, and she let out a shriek as she reached her climax, her entire body trembling.

But you weren't done yet. With one final thrust, you pulled out of Chelsea and flipped Leone onto her back. Her eyes widened when your cock poised above her swollen pussy. "Beg for it," you ordered.

Big boobs and a lack of ladylike behaviour. Leone did not begging.

"Please! Please, fill me up!"

Until today.

She sobbed while begging, tears streaming down her face.

You slammed into her, burying yourself to the hilt. Her eyes rolled back. She knew this was it. The creampie was nigh. Her pussy milked your cock as you fucked her with everything you had.

"Here it is! I'm cumming!"

You didn't sweat the details or think about it: on pure instinct, you pumped load after load of cum deep inside her. Her big boobs wobbled as she groaned and felt your seed filling her womb, her body going limp beneath you.

But you weren't finished. Not yet. Chelsea was left. You pulled out of Leone, your cock still shooting out ropes upon ropes. Those ropes landed on Leone's breasts and Chelsea knew they were going to paint her walls white. She was still on all fours, her ass trembling as she looked back at you with wide eyes. "My turn?" she whispered, her voice hopeful.

You didn't answer—you just grabbed her hips and thrust into her from behind. Chelsea gasped and whimpered as you filled her up with just as strong ropes, your cum mixing with her own juices. Wham, wham, wham! You were desperate and aggressive and with every bullet of cum, you thrust into her.

"Nggghh~!" Chelsea's legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed onto the sand, but that didn't stop you. You kept going, driving into her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air.

When you were finally empty, you pulled out slowly, watching as your seed dripped out of her and pooled beneath her on the sand.

Both cunts were overflowing and both women lay there completely spent; Leone on her back and Chelsea on her stomach.

Your balls were empty.

Grrnnngh!

Your stomach was also empty.

"Nami mentioned that Main Street had stores and shops…"

Out of all places, you could find places to eat there, right?

***

You walked down Main Street, completely naked.

Strangely, you didn't feel panic. No security was chasing you. No one screamed. In fact, most people barely batted an eye.

And the ones who did?

Let's just say you were drawing the right kind of attention.

A pair of girls from the High School DxD universe strolled past—Akeno, in a black string bikini with crimson trim, gave you a slow once-over and bit her lip. "Now that's confidence," she murmured to her companion.

Rias Gremory, beside her in a deep scarlet halter bikini that hugged every curve of her hourglass frame, glanced your way and smirked. She agreed.

Main Street was a dreamlike strip of bright storefronts and beach resort madness. Bikini-clad women were everywhere—lounging in sun chairs, dancing near smoothie stalls, browsing racks of sunglasses and glittery sarongs. Every body type, every style: athletic, curvy, petite, statuesque. All confidently owning the summer vibe.

Ahead, a trio of girls waved you down.

Mirko from My Hero Academia was in a white sports-style two-piece, her toned muscles glistening under the sun. She crossed her arms. "Heh! Hey, you! Yeah, you! Interested in a fourway?

Beside her, Yoruichi Shihōin lounged against a shop wall in a purple bandeau bikini that matched her golden eyes. Her long legs were crossed, her hips tilted just enough to show off how sculpted she really was. "Stop it, Mirko. Look at him, he's exhausted. Give him some time." She gave you a wink. "He's definitely not shy so we can wait."

The third girl, Mai Shiranui, wore a fiery red microbikini with a plunging neckline, her bust almost bouncing out with each breath. "Poor boy," she said, mock-pouting. "His balls are already so empty. Don't we have healers around?"

You didn't stop. Mostly because if you did, your cock might harden and betray you. You were empty and hungry but you could probably go for around ten rounds. Against Mirko, Yoruichi, and Mai, was that enough? Probably not. Actually, definitely not. For your sake, as Mai suggested, you needed a healer.

Hinata Hyuga passed by in a modest lavender bikini that still hugged her body like it was custom-stitched by a goddess. She caught your eye, blushed, and kept walking—quickly.

You really needed a healer and food, pronto.

That was when you saw it: a low, coastal-style café with sheer white curtains swaying in the sea breeze. The chalkboard sign out front read:

Bikini Bean Café – Cold drinks, hot service.

You headed in. A little bell over the door jingled softly.

Inside, the air was cool and smelled like vanilla, coconut, and roasted espresso. Soft jazz played from a speaker. Rattan chairs, sun-bleached tables, and ceiling fans gave it a laid-back, tropical lounge vibe. Bikini-clad patrons sipped iced lattes and fruit smoothies. The lighting was soft and gold.

Behind the bar stood Saber—yes, that Saber—from Fate/stay night.

Her golden hair was pulled back in a loose bun, and her white and blue two-piece bikini hugged her small, lean frame. She wore an apron over it, but the top of the bikini still peeked out, and her abs were subtly defined beneath the apron's fabric. She looked calm, composed, and somehow still like she could take down an army even while making a cappuccino.

She looked up and—without missing a beat—smiled. "Welcome. Sit, a waitress will tend to you." Her eyes flicked down. "Ah, your balls are empty. Don't worry, we have something to help with that."

So you sat at a table.

Another barista walked by carrying a tray of rainbow-layered drinks. It was Zero Two from Darling in the Franxx, in a hot pink string bikini and heart-shaped sunglasses. She gave you a look up and down, grinned, and kept walking with a soft hum.

Women of all kinds filled the café, lounging, chatting, laughing. Ochaco Uraraka sat in the corner with a bubble tea the size of her head, wearing a cute pink-and-white polka dot bikini. Nico Robin sat under a ceiling fan reading a book, her dark blue wrap skirt parted just enough to reveal her toned legs beneath her navy bikini.

It was paradise.

And somehow, your complete nudity was just a footnote in this bizarre dreamscape.

"Here you are~!"

Zero Two returned with a wink and a special tray. You received a nice cup of coffee, toast, and a sandwich. You ate and drank and quickly replenished your energy.

'Huh…' You blinked when you realized you were done with your sandwich and feeling significantly more energized. 'Whatever Saber did worked…'

By the time you were only left with your coffee, you didn't realize that many of the other customers had left. Or that something interesting was about to happen when the bell over the door jingled again.

You looked up.

Chiaki Nanami sauntered through the entrance, her ruffled white bikini hugging her curves perfectly, the ribbon tied delicately at her chest drawing your gaze to the beauty mark just above her right breast. Her sleepy, half-lidded eyes seemed to take in everything around her without missing a beat. She looked calm, quiet, and undeniably alluring.

"Oh, hey."

She was…talking to you, it seemed, since you were the only one here except for Saber.

"I brought donuts," Chiaki said, bringing up the box in her hand. "Do you want some?"

Donuts? Apologies to the donuts but nobody was looking at that. You just learned that she had a beauty mark on her right breast.

"Sure." You gestured and she nodded. She slid into the seat across from you. Her presence was strangely comforting, even as your heart raced. She ordered a drink—something fruity with a colorful umbrella—and took a slow sip before her gaze settled on you again.

After that, the donuts. Quietly, the two of you ate, until she decided to pull out a game console and start playing.

"Having fun?" you asked.

"Mhm. The Switch 2 is a bit big but I like it."

Talk about innuendos. "So you prefer the original?"

"Mm, I think I prefer the 3DS. It was the best combination of the original DS and the 3D world. I liked the camera too. Oh, and all the DS games were available too."

"Cool, cool."

"You look tense," Chiaki suddenly said, her tone casual, almost bored, as if she were commenting on the weather. "Do you want help?"

You blinked, unsure if you'd heard her correctly. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want a blowjob?"

It was like she was asking to play a round of Mario Kart, except no, she was offering to suck your dick. You glanced around the café. Only Saber was here so it did seem…safe. Was public sex allowed?

'Probably, right?'

Before you could second-guess yourself, you nodded. "Okay."

Chiaki's smile widened ever so slightly and she slid off her chair gracefully, disappearing beneath the table. You felt her hands on your knees, gently nudging them apart. Your cock already half-hard from the sheer audacity of the situation.

She didn't waste time. You felt her soft lips wrap around the tip, her mouth warm and wet as she took you in. It wasn't frantic or eager—Chiaki moved at her own pace, slow and deliberate, as if this were just another casual activity for her. Her tongue swirled lazily around the head, slurp, and the heat of her mouth sent shivers up your spine. She didn't bob her head or suck intensely; instead, she simply held you there, letting the warmth of her mouth do all the work.

Her hand cupped your balls, massaging them gently,

You couldn't suppress the low groan that escaped your lips. You glanced down briefly, catching a glimpse of her face—her eyes were closed, her expression serene, as though she were completely engrossed in what she was doing. The contrast between her calm demeanor and the growing heat between your legs was almost maddening.

Your cock throbbed in her mouth, fully hard now, and she responded by taking you deeper, her lips pressing snugly around your shaft. This blowjob was incredible—unhurried, yet overwhelmingly intense. Your fingers clenched the edge of the table as pleasure coiled tight in your sack.

"Chiaki…" you breathed. "Y-you're amazing at this…!"

She hummed softly in response. That was all it took. Your orgasm hit hard, splurt, and she didn't pull away. She stayed there, swallowing every drop as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When she finally released you with a soft pop, her lips glistened faintly in the dim light of the cafe.

She emerged from under the table, looking as composed as ever, as if she hadn't just given you one of the best blowjobs of your life. But before she could say anything, you grabbed her wrist and pulled her upright.

"My turn," you said. You were not going to let this gamer chick from Danganronpa avoid experiencing your dick. You were not going to let her die a gruesome death. Nope, you were going to bring the greatest joy a woman could experience: an orgasm. Real love.

Chiaki did not show any emotion or resist as you put her onto the table. She lay back against its surface, her ruffled bikini top slipping slightly to reveal more of that beauty mark that had caught your eye earlier. You wasted no time in pushing her legs over her shoulders, pinning her in place. Your cock slapped her pussy through her ruffled bottoms.

The mating press—face-to-face, her body folded tightly beneath yours—left no room for hesitation. One hand twisted the fabric aside and you thrust into her with one smooth motion, plap, and she let out a soft gasp. Chiaki's initial reaction was subdued, her eyes half-closed, her breathing steady but shallow.

"Mmmph! Nggghh!"

She was making cute little noises. You climbed on top of the table, not caring about your surroundings, and squatted for better, deeper penetrations.

"Mmmmmpph!"

As you began to fucker harder, plap plap plap, you could feel her body responding.

"Hgnnngh! Haaah…! T-that's…!" She gasped. Her lips parted slightly, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks as you hit that sweet spot inside her. Her moans started low and quiet, barely audible over the rhythmic sound of your hips and balls slapping against her.

"T-this is—! Mmmph! I-I can't…! I can't…!"

She orgasmed. Chiaki orgasmed and you didn't stop. You didn't give her time. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned.

With each thrust, they grew louder, more unrestrained. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles whitening as pleasure overtook her.

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"You're… really good at this," she murmured between breaths. "I-it's really, really good!"

You smirked, increasing your pace. Chiaki's calm façade was crumbling fast—her moans turned into desperate cries, plap plap plap, and she clung to you as if she never wanted to let go. Her thighs quivered against your sides, her body tightening around you as she neared her climax.

"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please… I need it."

Her words were all the encouragement you needed.

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PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygoddd~!"

Ten minutes later and Chiaki looked like a completely different woman. Her usually calm, observant demeanor was shattered, replaced by desperate moans and whimpers as your cock plunged deep into her, rearranging her guts with every thrust. "You're… you're so deep… ah!" she cried out, her hands gripping the edges of the table as her body bounced with the force of your movements. "You're so deep! You're SO deeeeep~! You're going to hit a high score!"

You didn't let up, your hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that echoed through the quiet beach cafe.

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

Your balls smacked, your cock went deep, and Chiaki's gasps and cries turned up a notch. Her pussy was so tight, so fucking wet, gripping your cock like a vice as you fucked her in the mating press position, her legs pinned up over her shoulders, her body completely at your mercy.

"You're taking it so well, Chiaki." You leaned down to lick a trail up her neck before biting down softly on her earlobe. "Your pussy's made for this, isn't it? Made for my cock." She could only nod weakly, her eyes glazed over with pleasure as you continued to pound into her, each thrust driving her closer to the edge.

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"G-g-g-gonna cum! Gonna—"

Cum. No surprise there. She convulsed because you still fucked her through it.

"You want my load, don't you?"

"Y-y-y-yes! Yes, I do! Yes, I dooo!"

"Say it then!"

"I want it! I want your cum! I want the best high score!"

You pulled out just as she was coming down from her high, your cock throbbing as you shot your load all over her stomach and chest, thick ropes of cum covering her pale skin. Chiaki lay there, completely fucked out, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"W-w-why…?"

"Well, there's always a next time, right?"

That was when the door to the cafe opened once more.

Peko Pekoyama entered, her silver braids dripping from her swim, her wet bikini clinging to her tall, toned frame. She was adjusting her hair and she didn't notice the two of you at first. But when her red eyes flicked over the scene before her, taking in the sight of Chiaki sprawled out on the table, covered in your cum, and you standing there, still hard and ready for more, she didn't seem surprised at all.

"I see you two are already going at it," Peko said calmly, her voice cool and composed as always. "I shall join."

Without waiting for a response, she walked over to you, her gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You reached out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close, your lips crashing against hers in a hungry kiss. Peko responded immediately, her hands tangling in your hair as she kissed you back just as fiercely.

Just like that, you were going to fuck another chick. It was absurd. You got done mating pressing Chiaki and now…

"Mmmph!"

You broke the kiss just long enough to guide her over to another table, lifting her up and laying her down on it. Her stoic demeanor didn't falter as you pushed her bikini bottoms aside, exposing her already wet pussy.

It was the same as before: a mating press. You didn't waste any time so you didn't push her legs onto her shoulder. You just climbed the table and lined your cock up with her entrance before thrusting in deep, earning a rare gasp from Peko as you filled her completely.

"S-so big…!" Peko breathed, her composure cracking as you started to move. You slammed into hers with the same relentless pace you'd used on Chiaki. There was no holding back, no increasing pace.

You were going at max power right from the get-go.

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"Mmmpph! Y-y-you…! You're gonna—"

First orgasm. Boom. Her legs were bouncing and she let out a heavy shaky breath. Red eyes were beginning to break from their usual confidence.

"Is this… is this how you plan to defeat me?" Peko asked, her voice trembling slightly despite her attempt to stay calm. "D-do not think this will—hnggh! That this will give you victory!"

A challenge, like with some of the others. Peko was a samurai-type. Honour and challenge and strength mattered to her. It seemed the characters at this resort retained their core personalities, but in a strange sexualized manner.

"Yeah," you growled, leaning down to nip at her neck as you continued to fuck her. "I'm gonna break you, Peko. I'm gonna make you fucking scream."

And you did. With every thrust, Peko's stoic facade crumbled a little more, her moans growing louder and more desperate as you fucked her harder and deeper.

You were giving everything you had. Fucking her like crazy, focusing on no technique and only aggression. "Is this blade too much for you, Peko Pekoyama?"

"I-it is surely big! And deep! B-but I do not give up simply from such things!"

She tried to wrap her legs around your waist, to pull you in even closer, but ultimately failed. You dicked her down too good.

"C-c-cummiiing! I am cumming! Hngggh~!"

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"Who's your master?"

"Ngnngghh! Y-y-you are! You are my master!" Peko gasped. You were just fucking her brains out, making her confused. "This cocckk! I-it's too good, Master! It is—hngggh~!"

You kissed her. A reward for calling you Master.

It wasn't long before Peko was cumming again, her toes curling inward as she came apart beneath you. This was a woman whose whole life was spent on training her feet for footwork.

Yet this cock, your cock, it made all that training mean nothing.

Her cries filled the cafe as you kept fucking her through it. "Master! Master! Masterrrr!" she moaned, her hands clawing at your back as she held on for dear life. "I can't stop cumming! I can't stop feeling so good! I'm so lucky! I am SO LUCCCKKKY~!"

You didn't stop, your own release building quickly as you continued to pound into her. "You're mine, Peko," you growled, your hips slamming into hers with a final, powerful thrust as you came deep inside her, filling her with your cum.

Peko's eyes widened slightly as she felt your hot seed spilling into her, her breath hitching as you kept fucking her, your cock still hard and throbbing as you claimed her completely. "You… you're insatiable…" she breathed, her voice shaky as she looked up at you.

"Yeah," you said with a smirk, leaning down to capture her

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PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"M-m-master…"

Peko's body went limp beneath you, her silver braids splayed across the table. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Her glasses were askew, her usually composed face now slack with exhaustion. You leaned back, your cock still slick with her juices, and smiled at the sight of her completely undone. She was out cold, just like Chiaki had been. Two down, you thought, your grin widening as you heard the jingle of the cafe door opening again.

You were horny and hot and ready to rail the next pussy.

"Hellooo~! I am here for my favourite cock!"

Fortunately, the next pussy was very eager for just that.

"Oh my, you already took Peko and Chiaki? Goodness, so wild!" The cheerful voice rang out, belonging to the one and only Princess Sonia Nevermind. Her dark-blue wetsuit hugged her gorgeous hourglass frame. The pink and white accents along the arms and legs made her look positively sexy. Her pale sea-blue eyes sparkled with excitement and she raised one arm in a dramatic wave, her smile radiant as ever.

"Me, me! Me next! Me next!"

You didn't waste any time. "Sonia," you said, your voice low and hungry as you approached her. "You're right on time."

Your bobbing erection earned a giggle. "I hope so!"

She giggled again, her cheeks flushing pink as she sauntered over to the front counter. She bent over, her hands gripping the edge of the surface, and you could see the cleverly designed hole in her wetsuit that exposed her smooth, inviting pussy. "I've been waiting for this all day," she purred, glancing over her shoulder at you with an innocent smile. "Don't keep me waiting any longer."

You didn't need to be told twice. Stepping behind her, you ran your hands over the curves of her ass, feeling the sleek material of her wetsuit under your palms. It was tight, clinging to her every curve, and you relished the sight of her perfect body bent over for you. Your cock twitched, already hard again, and you pressed it against her pussy, rubbing the length of it between her folds.

"Oh!" Sonia gasped, her knees jerking slightly as she felt the heat of your cock against her. "That's it… yes, please…do not hold back."

"Even though you're royalty?"

"All royalty belongs to you. And…" Sonia smiled cutely. "Right now, I am not a princess. I am merely a woman."

You grabbed her hips firmly, positioning yourself at her entrance before thrusting into her in one smooth motion. Sonia let out a loud, delighted shriek as you filled her up, her pussy clenching around you immediately. "Fuck, yes! Yes!"

"Already swearing? Not princess like at all!"

"I-I apologize! I do sincerely!" Sonia cried out, smiling. You started fucking her in deep, relentless strokes and that smile only grew.

Her ass slammed back. This blonde princess was greedy. You groaned at her tight, wet cunt actually trying to fuck back. Your hands slid up to her waist, then higher to grope her breasts through the wetsuit, feeling their weight and softness even through the thick material.

God, Sonia was incredible. You fucked and groped and she thanked you for it.

"I-I am glad, nngh, that you like my breasts! My mother was quite flat so I am lucky!!"

"Really lucky!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Ohhhh, yes! Yes! Keep going! Fuck me harder!"

You leaned over her, your hands still on her tits as you whispered in her ear, "You're so fucking hot, Sonia. I'm not stopping until you're apologizing."

"I won't apologize! Not for this! Not for this cock! Not for this happiness!" Sonia whimpered and her arms failed. Her head hit the table. "Not for cummiiing!!!"

She had the right attitude about it. Her eyes rolled back with a big, happy smile and her pussy gushing.

"I love your balls slapping!"

Sonia gasped.

"I love your cock being so deep!"

Sonia whimpered.

"I love your hands on my breasts!"

Sonia mewled. She looked straight ahead, blue eyes dusting with animalistic lust.

"I love it! I love it, I love it! I LOVE SEX!!"

Sonia loved climaxing. It made her forget her duties. It made her forget everything but herself and the man loving her.

Were you actually done though? Hell no. She was a princess and princesses deserved princess treatment. Pulling out of her with a slick pop, you flipped her onto her back on the counter and spread her legs wide. She looked up at you with wide eyes, her chest heaving as she panted. "Ooh! I-is this the mating press?" she asked, her voice breathless but excited.

"Yep," you said with a wicked grin, lining yourself up with her entrance once more before thrusting back into her in a single, powerful motion. Sonia screamed again, her hands flying to your shoulders as you pinned her down and started fucking her in the mating press position.

Her legs wrapped around your waist automatically and you leaned over her, your eyes locked on hers as you pounded into her with everything you had. Her pussy was so slick with her juices and your precum that every thrust was smooth and deep, your cock hitting all the right spots inside her.

PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"Cummingcummingcumming—!"

Mating press. Again.

Third time was the charm. Whatever charm actually meant in this sex-filled scenario.

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! You're so good! So good!" Sonia shrieked, fingers hanging into your shoulders. She was clinging to you. Her face was flushed, her mouth open in a constant stream of moans and cries as you fucked her harder than anyone ever had.

Yes! Don't stop! Don't ever stop!" the blonde princess wailed, her fingers clawing at the counter as you pounded into her with even more force. Her pussy was so wet, so tight, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure through both of you.

It wasn't long before Sonia was cumming again and shuddering violently. "Oh! Oh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Yes!" Her pussy clamped down on your cock like a vice, milking every inch of you as she came apart. "I decree this cock! I love this cock! This cock! Making me cummmm~!"

She moaned loudly. She moaned with no shame. It didn't matter who was watching or if they were watching. All that mattered was that her royal pussy was getting rearranged by you.

You could feel your orgasm building faster this time, your balls tightening. "Fuck, Sonia," you groaned, your hips pistoning into hers. "I'm gonna cum again."

"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Fill me up!" She arched off the counter as she came again, her pussy convulsing around your cock. "Pleeease! Give my your royal seed!"

You were royalty? Well, so it seemed. Whatever the case, your hot seed spilled into her and Sonia Nevermind lost her voice from the ecstasy. You kept fucking her through it, your cock pulsing as you emptied yourself into her over and over again.

When you finally slowed to a stop, Sonia was a panting, trembling mess beneath you. She looked up at you with a dazed smile, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was breathless. Her hair was a mess.

The princess passed out. It was over.

You pulled yourself away from her and the table and stood in the middle of the Bikini Bean Café, still gloriously naked, cock twitching softly.

"Darling~!"

The ever alluring Zero Two walked over, hips swaying, still in her hot pink string bikini and heart-shaped sunglasses perched on her head. She had a towel over her shoulder and a paper cup of something tropical in her hand. Her smile was playful. Her eyes were not.

"Look at you," Zero Two said, pausing in front of you. "A real champion. Did the European princess leave anything in your tank?"

Your dick twitched weakly, softening. Zero Two giggled and handed you the paper cup.

"For your health."

You shrugged and drank it. The effect was nearly instant and you could feel your balls filling up with new sperm. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, darling."

With this newfound energy, you found yourself scanning Zero Two. The pink-haired chick noticed and leaned in close, her breath warm against your lips.

"I know that look," Zero Two whispered. "You wanna ride the dragon next, huh?"

You nodded.

She smiled wider—and then, in one sudden, devastating move, she reached down and gently but firmly squeezed your balls. Not lovingly. Not cruelly either. More like a queen reminding a knight exactly who runs the battlefield.

"Later, darling. If your balls survive the day, maybe I'll actually play with them," Zero Two said cheerfully. "But I'm on shift. And besides…"

She pulled her sunglasses down just enough to look you dead in the eyes.

"Two girls already called dibs. I'm not about to start a bikini war."

You blinked. "They… called dibs? There's a list?"

"Oh, sweetie," she purred, tilting her head. "You are very in demand. Like, Black Friday flat-screen levels of demand. You might want to ice those things before they turn into raisins."

Zero Two laughed and winded beneath the counter to pull out a pair of bright red swim trunks. She dangled them from one pink-painted finger and tossed them.

You clutched the trunks and began pulling them on. "I think I'll be fine. Dibs, huh?"

"Mhm. Just go outside. You'll see." Zero Two leaned on the bar and watched, amused and deciding to get a drink of tropical juice herself.

"Oh, and when I am off shift," she added, licking her straw, "you better still have something left."

You adjusted your new swim trunks—thankfully snug—and were served one more drink from Zero Two. Surprisingly rich. A little sweet.

Saber stood behind the counter, still in her apron and blue bikini, arms crossed, watching you with that calm, knightly expression. Her golden hair framed her face in soft layers, but her posture was still so absurdly regal you half-expected her to challenge someone to a duel over spilled espresso.

"You're leaving?" Saber asked.

You nodded.

"I will be waiting for you then. We still live as our lives decree but…" Her eyes flicked down to your trunks. "We are more than happy to serve when we can."

A chill went down your spine. As much as you wanted to clap the King of Knights, you had somebody waiting for you. Or something.

The café door swung shut behind you. The sun hit your face. The breeze cooled your skin.

The warm, salty breeze caressed your skin as you stepped out of the café. Chiaki, Peko, and Sonia had been fucking incredible. Everything was incredible, really. You expected to immediately encounter someone in Main Street but no. It was kinda empty. The sun was high, the waves crashing lazily in the far, far distance, and the street itself felt… off.

You froze, a strange sensation creeping up your spine.

Something wasn't right.

You looked down.

Your drawstring was undone. Your flaccid cock hung out, exposed to the open air, still glistening with the remnants of your previous encounter. Before you could react, two pairs of arms wrapped around you from behind with soft, supple breasts pressing against your back.

"Well, well, well," came a sultry purr in your ear. You knew this voice: Selina Kyle. "Someone's been a busy boy, huh?"

"Emptying his balls all over the beach~! What a bad boy~"

Who else could be equally as playful and haughty? Her voice was higher-pitched and a tinge more frisky than mischievous like Selina's. It could only be her partner in crime: Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat. The white haired thief's fingers traced the base of your cock, teasingly light.

"What a shame—we could've joined the fun."

You gritted your teeth, your cock twitching. Their breasts pressed into you, Selina's D-cups snug against your back, her black triangle-topped bikini barely containing her ample breasts.

Felicia had a slightly different bikini, white in colour, round at the top and a slutty thong at the bottom. Both were fucking stunning, and they knew it.

"Let's see if we can get this little guy back in action," Selina whispered, her hand sliding down to wrap around your flaccid cock. Her touch was spicy and hot, her fingers already in a grip as they began to stroke you. It was fast and it was full of an addicted kind of love.

Felicia joined in, her own hand brushing Selina's. They jerked you off and ended up with their fingers swirling around and teasing the sensitive head. "Come on," she coaxed in a mix of amusement and arousal. "Don't be shy. Show us what you've got."

It didn't take long. Their hands were like fire, their strokes igniting something deep inside you. You felt yourself hardening in their grasp, your cock throbbing as they stroked you faster.

"Good boy," Selina whispered, her lips brushing your earlobe. Her thumb swiped over the tip of your cock, already starting to twitch under their touch. Felicia's hand joined hers, their fingers intertwining beautifully. It wasn't just about the strokes or the grip, it was the aesthetic. The teamwork.

"Poor thing," Selina cooed. "All drained and still so sensitive."

"Mm, but he's waking up," Felicia teased as you spewed pre-cum forward. "Look at that—already getting all that pre-cum out. Guess you're not done after all."

You gritted your teeth, trying to hold back, but it was impossible. Their bodies pressed into you, their scent—a mix of saltwater, sandalwood, and Jasmine—filling your senses. Selina's voice was a siren's call, her words dripping with wicked intent. "We're going to make you cum so hard, baby. Right here, right now."

"We did call dibs~" Felicia added.

Both hands went their separate ways: Felicia going down to stroke your balls and Selina giving a small, finger trail down your cock. Fuck, you probably shouldn't have. This wasn't teasing or a stroke but you grunted and you came. Strangled groans followed as your dick pulsed wildly and ropes of cum shot out, splattering onto the sand and a nearby beach towel. Selina and Felicia giggled and their hands went back to stroking, milking every last drop from you.

"Oh my," Felicia cooed. "That was fast. Did we really get you that worked up?"

Selina chuckled, her lips brushing your ear again. "Mm, here I thought you had more stamina than that."

But you weren't about to let them have the last word. Turning around, you grabbed Selina by the waist, your fingers slipping under the waistband of her bikini bottom. She gasped as you pushed a finger inside her, her pussy already wet and welcoming.

"You think that's funny?" you growled, your voice low as you began to move your finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around you.

"Oh fuck," Selina moaned, her legs trembling as you added a second finger, curling them to hit that sweet spot. "Oh fuccck—!"

Felicia tried to back away, but you caught her too, your free hand sliding into her bikini bottom and finding her slick folds. "You too," you said, thrusting two fingers into her pussy as well.

Both women cried out, their knees buckling as you worked them over, your fingers pistoning in and out of their tight cunts. "Mmm! Baby, baby, I'm sorry!" Felicia gasped, her nails digging into your arm as you hit just the right angle. "T-that was just a bit of teasing! You know how we are!"

You did. Everyone did.